Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.